Eagle of the Valley of Ice and Fire

Chapter 172 Strategy

Morning dew dripped along the cracks in the wall onto the stone road in the alley. Militang Ping held up the unsheathed long sword, blocking the path of the dew from falling, allowing the dew to drip on the sword.

When the dew moistened the entire sword blade, Militan withdrew the sword and wrapped the black cloak behind him, covering up the half-painted colorful cloak and the shield with the crystal sword emblem.

Militan stood up and walked out of the alley. Everywhere in King's Landing was already bustling with people. Roadside vendors were shouting and shouting, and the narrow alleys were noisy. However, the aroma of sesame cakes and snacks also permeated this three-acre area. He reached into the pocket that was half sewn with thin thread, took out a few coins and threw them to the vendor, exchanged them for sesame cakes, gnawed them and walked towards the city gate.

"Can you give me some mouth-shaking pancakes?"

Militang turned his head and saw a little girl squatting by the wall, staring at the sesame seed cake in his hand with her big eyes open.

"Of course," Militang reached out and tore off a piece and handed the sesame seed cake to the little girl, "Just eat it with water."

The little girl took the biscuits, but held his wrist tightly, and whispered: "Eight-clawed Spider welcomes you to meet him, and Jade is a good boy."

After saying that, he turned around and walked deeper into the alley.

Militang looked at the little girl who slowly left, leaving behind him. When he heard Jade's words, his pupils shrank slightly, gritted his teeth, and followed the little girl.

The place chosen by the eight-clawed spider was indeed special. Beggars were lying here in groups, and it was even smellier than a flea nest.

Militan frowned and held his breath, but the little girl did not show any discomfort and walked straight over a collapsed beggar and walked towards the deep alley.

As we walked deeper, what we saw was not the familiar bald appearance, but an old man with a scruffy beard and gray hair.

"You are not a spider." Militao said firmly.

"Ahem," the old man's hoarse voice came out, "The young knight is too anxious," he coughed again, and his voice instantly turned into a high-pitched eunuch's voice, "Sir Militan Darry, what are you doing? Noble birth, a distant cousin of the Earl of Darry City?"

Militan was stunned. The old man in front of him took off his gray hair and tore off the scruffy beard on his face. The familiar bald round face appeared in front of Militan, causing the knight to frown tightly.

"Cunning spider, what happened to Jade?" Militan reached out and held the hilt of the sword, staring at the eunuch.

"Don't be nervous, don't be nervous, shh~" the eight-clawed spider said to Militan as if comforting a child, "I won't do anything to my little bird, even if he is treated inappropriately by... er, the leader of the church. Influence."

Militan's long sword was slightly drawn out, shining a little silver light in the dark alley, which was very dazzling.

"Blessed Mother," Wallis looked helplessly at Militao's vigilant face, "Spiders always put their trust in the world, but the world always treats them with indifference and scrutiny. How sad!"

"Spiders will only reveal their true features in the shadows of their horns," Militan recalled the High Sparrow's instructions to him, telling him to be wary of spiders in King's Landing. "Always be wary until you know its prey."

Varys spread his hands, "Look, this is definitely not something a knight who lives by faith can come up with. Did the High Sparrow teach you to say this?" He even turned around, "I didn't bring any weapons. , noble knight."

"Stay where you are," Militan Darry drew out his long sword, the unformed crystal sword pattern was exposed on the sword's blade, and the blade pointed at Varys, "Tell me where Jed is."

Varys didn't care about this threat. He just "tsk" and looked at Militan's long sword, "Son of a warrior? I thought this thing had become an antique long ago during the reign of King Renrui. Things in the world are unpredictable. , I, the spider hiding in the corners, also gained knowledge."

"Damn it!" Militan cursed secretly and simply took a few steps forward. "Tell me! Where is Jade?"

Varys took a slight step back, "This is not wise. Guess what kind of king the High Sparrow behind you will encounter? King Renrui or the 'cruel' Maegor?" He looked at it with some fear. Militan held the sword in his hand, but he still spoke bluntly. "Jed." Militang was about to take a step to attack, but the sound of the crossbow pulling the string behind him stopped him.

Varys showed a helpless expression, "We don't have to do this," he moved slightly. The little girl raised her crossbow and pointed it at Militan. There was no innocence of a child in her eyes, only a cruelty that made people's hair stand on end.

Militan silently put away his sword and took a few steps back. "Indeed, we don't have to do this, and I don't have to take risks."

"Let's talk. Compared to knights' competition, I still prefer to use wisdom and talk in the dark on an equal footing. There was only one person in the palace who could talk to me like this, but he was too anxious, lost his mind, and was beheaded. Head." Varys patted the stone pier behind him and sat down peacefully.

Militan didn't know who he was referring to, so he could only hold the hilt of his sword tightly and did not turn around to look at the person holding a crossbow behind him. Judging from the sound, there must be a lot of people. Are they beggars lying outside?

"Coincidentally, that man was beheaded under the witness of the Seven Gods. When King Robert was still alive, it was a pity to offend a young hero." Varys patted the dust on his legs and looked at it kindly. To Militan.

"What are you going to talk about?" Militan was not as relaxed as Varys. He was still tense, his body tense, ready to draw his sword at any time.

"Oh! What I was just talking about," Varys said with a chuckle, "The human king, or the 'cruel' Maegor? Can we realize the great teachings of the Seven Gods?"

Militan didn't understand what the spider was talking about. "Megor declared the church's armed forces illegal and brutally suppressed them. King Renrui ended the knights of the seven gods. None of them can achieve it."

"Someone can achieve it, as long as the Seven Gods cooperate with the king." Varys put his hands back into his long sleeves, "This will benefit both parties, isn't it?"

"Joffrey? That crazy kid?" Militan frowned and pursed his lips uneasily.

Varys laughed when he heard the sound, "Are you really funny, crazy child? King Joffrey straightened his back as if Aegon was alive." He thought of Joffrey's scolding Tywin Lannister in the royal council. Looks like, sighing.

Militan frowned, thinking that Varys was sarcastically saying, "A mad king will not be the choice of the Seven Gods."

"No, no," Varys shook his head, "It doesn't matter who the Seven Gods will choose. The key is who the High Sparrow will choose. God's choice is illusory, and man's choice is the most important thing."

Militan felt a little confused in his heart. He was very dissatisfied with Varys' disrespectful tone towards the Seven Gods. "Choice? How many kings are there in the Seven Kingdoms? Joffrey Baratheon, Renly, and the godless Stannis." , Robb Stark, King of the North, Balon Greyjoy, the pirate of the Iron Islands, madman, hypocrisy, old-fashioned, heretic."

"No," Varys stared at Militan, "A king who can roll and play with the common children in Flea Bottom, and can argue with merchants about coins, a king who truly understands the teachings of the Seven Gods." Seeing that Militan did not respond, "The High Sparrow Bring it, I need to know his attitude.”

Militan didn't trust the spider's words, "I'm afraid that's what you said. Maybe once the High Sparrow arrives in King's Landing, it will be a dragnet for Lannister."

"Lord Tywin, why do you need to argue with a monk of the Seven Gods? These big nobles will not do this. The only ones who can do this are spiders growing in the shadows." Varys seemed to be laughing at himself, but stood up and prepared to leave. It seemed that he just conveyed A wish to meet the High Sparrow.

"Aren't you afraid that I will report you?" Militan's palms holding the sword tightly were stained with sweat. He was afraid that the crossbow behind him would shoot deadly arrows.

Varys walked deeper into the alley, "No one can accuse me in King's Landing, Ser Militan Darry." He turned to an alley and disappeared. The girl followed him and lost sight of her.

Militan turned his head suddenly, and there was no figure holding a crossbow behind him. The beggar was still lying on the ground in his original posture, lying in a mess.

(End of this chapter)